#Jonerys Drabble

[magalidragon]

I’m not proud! I want “hey” with a raspy voice. 😂

Sorry this took longer than I thought but naturally I got really into the actual plot when it should just be a Drabble, lol.

I hope you like it! It's set in a random universe not in any other current fic AUs.

“Hey.”

It’s said in a raspy voice, a simple word. “Hey.” Yet it causes her toes to curl, the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end, and her palms to sweat. 

She swallows, glancing up over the top of her glasses. “Hey,” she replies, fumbling a little with the books and study guides, as he takes a seat across from her. He’s still in scrubs, his dark curls pulled back, and he’s tired, but manages a smile as he takes out his books. She shoves a packet of papers at him. “These are for you, I made you a copy.”

“Thanks.” The rasp is still there. He sometimes sounds like he smokes ten packs of cigarettes a day, but she knows it's just from fatigue and maybe the vape he sneaks when he thinks no one is looking. Then sheepishly admits to and says "I know I'm a doctor, but it's a bad habit."

She feels like a teenager around him, not a serious resident, preparing to take her boards. The sooner they were over, the sooner she could get back to focusing on her patients and <i>not</i> her study partner or the overwhelming threat of not getting board certified in her specialty of choice. Things like <i>crushes</i> were for children.

Also apparently her.

He looks up when the barista calls his name and gets back to his feet, rather wearily, trudging over to the bar, where he smiles politely. The barista looks like she's about to faint. He's absolutely clueless.

She's never met a man so oblivious to the effect he had on anyone around him, men, women, children, nothing. He just seems to go through life like a raspy-voiced, super sexy, slightly rumpled and incredibly kind saint. She has to wonder what lies beneath his perfect exterior. No one could be that perfect. There has to be a dark side. She's always wondered.

Her best friend insists he must have a secret family or he's a criminal on the run.  Maybe he's gay, Missy had suggested, but then Dany remembers how a patient dumped a water cup on her shirt and his gaze had lingered just a second longer when she'd walked off to deal with the soaking white t-shirt she'd been wearing.  Not gay, just extremely clueless.

They are the oldest in their residency class so they bonded a little over that. Fire and ice, their boss Olenna Tyrell had said on the first day. The tiny silver-haired pixie and the hard-as-steel dark-haired wolf. They've been working together for almost five years now; she in pediatric emergency medicine and he, in trauma medicine. They ended up bonding when he moved down to spend more time in the emergency room. Now, it's been months of prepping for the test that arrives in less than a week. 

They'd be traveling together, she thinks, biting hard on the end of her pen, which is already chewed up. Saving money on that. The boards are taking place at a hotel in White Harbor.  It's a five hour drive from Winterfell, Queen Alysanne's Memorial Hospital, where he's lived his entire life and she moved up from Dragonstone for her residency. 

She thinks it may kill her. 

Tension has been building for…well the first couple years she was lucky to have someone who just wasn’t out to stab her and betray her, residency was brutal like that. Then he became a friend and she feared ruining their friendship. 

Now?

Now the crush consumes her, and each time he says “hey” with that raspy Northern accent she wants to jump his bones and give him mouth-to-mouth.  Also to see if his arse is really as shapely as it appears even in scrubs, which should be criminal. No one should look good in scrubs.  Yet he does.  It’s so unfair.

He sits back down with his coffee, a massive cup that she knows is filled to the brim with steaming black tar, which is how he prefers it. He takes a long chug; coming off shift, no wonder he’s in need of the boost. “Alright,” he says, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.  He exhales hard. He flips to the part of their study materials they’d left off at and tugs his flashcards towards him. “Quiz me.”

<i>Fuck me</i>.

Her mind is horrific. She closes her eyes hard. “I can’t concentrate,” she mutters.

“It’s almost over Dany,” he says kindly, clueless to her angst. He pats her hand, his fingers lingering over her slightly upturned wrist, where she has three tiny dragons tattooed. “We’ll be real, official doctors once we pass these things.”

They sort of are “real official doctors” with medical degrees and white coats, but once they pass the boards, that’s when they get their license in their chosen field. It’s when they official end residency and become real life long coat doctors. Except she can’t <i>think.</i> She removes her hand from his and slams her books closed, taking a deep breath, her cheeks flaming, her brain fighting against this highly unnatural urge she has to just <i>say it</i>. 

“Jon, I have something to tell you.”

He looks up, concerned, his dark brows furrowing. “Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“I just…I can’t concentrate on the boards on…on anything because…” She closes her eyes hard, and stutters out, fast and nervous: “Because I like you and it’s kind of killing me and I really just want to kiss you and I think once I kiss you, it will all go away and we can go back to being friends, forget everything, and then take these boards, and…and go back to normal.”

Normal, being whatever the seven hells it was between them once kissing was out of the way. 

Once the <i>crush</i> went away.

He blinked at her, his lips parting slightly. She watched his gray irises widen around his pupils, before the pupil began to dilate.  <i>Attraction</i>, her doctor brain began to tell her, going through the body’s biological response to sexual stimuli. Or maybe he was having a stroke. 

Maybe she was having a stroke.

“A kiss?” he echoed. He waved his finger between them, swallowing hard. “You think…if we kiss…you can…you can end a crush you have on me and…and…then things…can go back to…normal?”

He’s piecing out the words, trying to fit it all together. She nods quickly. “Yes,” she blurts. 

“Oh.”

They’re silent, and then he ducks his head.  <i>Oh gods</i>. She’s truly ruined this.  “Or,” she says, hurrying, and gathering her things, embarrassed, her face flaming hot, her palms sweating, and heart sinking. “We pretend that nothing ever happened and I go home and I jump off my roof and…”

Suddenly his hands are around her cheeks, scratchy palms on her soft skin, and his lips are over hers, and then she’s falling into him, and grabbing the front of his scrub shirt, before her fingers dive to his curls, pulling at them lightly. He’s gentle and mindful they’re in the middle of a bloody coffee shop, but she feels his tongue lightly brushing over her lower lip and she opens slightly to allow him to tease at hers, before they’re both pulling back, staring wide-eyed at each other. 

And bloody hell. 

The crush has now exploded into full on fucking love, she’s sure of it. 

“Jon,” she breathes, holding onto his wrists.  

He smiles, shy, and mumbles, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day of residency, Dany.”

Now it’s her turn to be dumbfounded.  “Oh.”

He nods and separates completely, hands dropping to their books. She does the same.  

“Wanna’ get out of here?” they both blurt out at the same time.  

“Yes,” they both reply. 

Several hours later, as she stirs in his arms, waking from a lovely nap after finally discovering what truly lay under those scrubs– absolute perfection, of course– she hears a slight rasp in her ear.

“Hey.”

And she’s smiling, nuzzling closer, whispering, contentedly: “Hey.”

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[moondancer71]

As the World Falls Down / Labyrinth AU

A collaboration with @arielchelby​

Happy birthday to our bestie @mysnowdragons ​ 🥳 We hope you have a lovely day and that you enjoy this little gift!

Summary: Nothing in life was fair. Not being landed with an evil step mother and certainly not being forced to spend another Friday night babysitting. Jon didn’t think things could get worse until a beautiful Dragon Queen took him at his word, and stole his sleeping sister from her bed. 

The world had been madness and chaos ever since. He’d met creatures he thought only existed in his imagination, was almost cut to bits, and was chased by monsters who wanted to pluck his head from his shoulders.

Then there was Daenerys. The beautiful silver queen who seemed to enjoy toying with him.

🔮 Read it on AO3. Thank you!

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[ashleyfanfic]

Oh for the dialogue prompt ask game can I give you Jonerys for the “Still think I’m cute” or “who said that this was a dream?” . You’re writing is always so incredible and I just adore your Jonerys fics so so much!

Beneath the cut is some Jonerys goodness. It’s fluff. Pure fucking fluff.

Daenerys brushed his sweat slicked hair back from his brow, then rested the back of her hand against his skin. He was burning up. She reached to the nightstand and took the bottle of aspirin and removed two white pills. She held them out to him and a glass of water with a bendy straw.

“Yes, Jon, you’re still cute even with the flu. I’m sorry your sick.”

He waved a hand at her, then quickly tucked it back beneath his blanket and gave a shiver. She went to the hall and grabbed another blanket from the linen closet and laid it on top of him.

“I’m going to be here to take care of you,” she said as she sat beside him once more.

“You’ll get sick,” he muttered miserably. Her fingers stroked through his dark hair.

She shook her head even though his eyes were closed. “I’m fairly certain you’ll take care of me if that happens.”

“‘Course. I love you.”

That stopped her. They hadn’t said that to one another yet, and here it happened and he was drifting into sleep with a fever and chills.

She hated herself the way her eyes welled with tears. It was so stupid to cry about that, but she couldn’t help it either. “I love you, too.”

He grunted as she continued to comb through his dark curls. It was only when Ghost plodded into the room and nudged her that she stood. She knew that was a sign he needed to be walked. She leaned down and placed a kiss to Jon’s forehead, then stood from the bed. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna walk Ghost.”

“‘Kay. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Get some rest. I’ll be back.”

“Good,” he murmured. “I miss you when you’re gone.”

She chuckled. “As well as I know you, you’ll be mortified that you admitted all of this to me when you’re feeling better. Get some sleep.”

“You won’t miss me?”

“Too much to put into words,” she giggled. “Sleep, Jon. I’ll make you some soup, too.”

“Marry me,” he grumbled.

She laughed. “Sleep.”

Before she’d even reached the bedroom door, his snores echoed in the room. She knew it was just the fever talking, but she couldn’t stop from grinning at the thought of actually marrying him. She could wait, though. Make sure he grew healthy again and then remind him of all the things he’d said while he was in his fever. If he took it back, she’d still laugh and try to make him feel less awkward about it. But if he didn’t. Well, that was a whole different kettle of fish.

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[mariyanas]

jonerys summer lovin’ 2k22 - fairytales ↘ beauty and the beast

he listened to the howling of the wolves, the woods alive in the dead of night. they’re calling out for him, beckoning him to join the pack. alas, the full moon finally rose and he’s drunk at the sight of it, rabid and wild. along with it bloomed the hideous visage he’s been hiding from her, that of the wolf. she’s seen the worst of me, the monster i become. panic filled his chest at these thoughts, his laboured breathing growing louder. anger began to coil in the depths of him, consuming him whole. it’s unfair, he thought, for who could ever love a beast? 

a lithe hand reached out for him, trembling midair. he twitched, a low rumble of a growl echoing in the dark as she traced her fingertips along his muddied fur, tracing constellations onto his skin the way she had the previous night when they laid as man and woman. 

“you’re beautiful, jon.” moonlight glimmered in her eyes as the stars twinkled against her silver tresses. “no matter what you will become, i still love you till the end.” 

#JonerysSummerLovin2k22 #snowxstormworld #jonerys au #jonerys #jon x daenerys #jonerys drabble #in which jon is a werewolf (beast) who has fallen in love with daenerys (our beauty)

[leesielex]

Hiii Bunny! If you're still taking prompts I have a couple

Fluffy - “You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes,”

Smutty - “Take off your shirt.”

Your pick 🤭. Thaaank you! 😘

I feel like this is a little morbid too. Not sure what is up with that for me lately. lol. But it also has a Happy Ending. Jon and Dany will always have happy endings in my opinion.

“You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes?”

Jon pulled into the grocery store parking lot and drove until he found a spot. It was crowded during the holiday weekend, the independence day celebration was only a couple of days away. Nothing said, “Happy Banishment of the Others” like blowing shit up with a crap ton of fireworks and getting wasted on cheap beer and fruity festive blue cocktails.

The responsible and socially aware part of him loathed the added pollution to the environment and the degredation of such a historical event to drunken parties, but it was tradition and he felt obligated to celebrate. He knew Dany felt the same way as she rolled her eyes at the excessive displays of blue-colored everything, made into ice shapes. He met her eyes when they passed a man in full Night King costume and they had to duck into the next aisle before they burst into laughter.

They quickly filled their cart with steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs, as well as all the fixin’s for acceptable sides. It was difficult to find everything they needed as the shelves had been nearly picked clean already but they made do. After waiting in a ridiculous line with half the cash registers not even opened, they were loading up the cart and headed to the Stark Estate.

Robb, Arya, and Bran had traveled to the fireworks store and stocked up on every type of colorful and loud explosive they could find. The Starks had a lot of land on their property making it the perfect place to have their own fireworks show. Jon and Dany had volunteered to buy the food.

Jon would help his Uncle Ned man the grill while Dany would help Aunt Cat and Sansa in the kitchen making the sides and desserts. As he turned on the main road in town, he cursed at the traffic. When they finally broke free of it, he sped away, his foot on the gas.

Dany grabbed his hand. “Slow down, cops are everywhere,” she warned, her head nodding to the sheriff's vehicle hidden up ahead. 

“Thanks,” Jon replied, turning his palm up to thred their fingers together and gave her hand a grateful squeeze. He took his foot off the pedal and let the car cruise to a more reasonable speed. 

He turned left and heard Dany scream before he heard the tires squeal of the car in front of him and then the unmistakable thump of hitting something. The car screeched to a stop, Jon stopping behind it. To their horror, the car then sped away, leaving the thing they hit in the middle of the road. 

Dany had tears in her eyes as she slowly opened the door to check what lay there. Jon sat stunned but hurried after her when the car door closing shook him out of his shock. When he reached her side, she was crouched down, examining the scene. 

His heart ached as he saw a ball of white fur, blood, and dirt showing the animal’s injuries. “Poor baby,” Dany cooed at the large dog, it’s chest still rising as it breathed, thankfully. He looked down, hearing the whines of pain, as red eyes met his. “Jon, what do we do?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, his chest clenching in reaction.

He reached into his back pocket and dialed the phone number of the local police station. When he ended the call he reached down and scooped up the dog as gently as he could, bringing him to the car and trying his best not to jostle it as he walked. Dany ran ahead and opened the door for him, hopping in the back to keep the dog calm and provide comfort. Then he booked it to the nearest animal hospital, careful of any bump or turn. 

Waiting on the cops to arrive at a scene the perpetrator already left seemed ill-advised as the dog may have died. During a holiday weekend, who knew how long they would have to wait, so he let them know what had happened and they could meet them at the animal hospital or he would go to the station afterward. Dany called Robb on the way so he could come pick up the groceries in the trunk before they spoiled.

They ran to the front desk begging for help, a receptionist standing and coming around the partition to lead them into a back room. Jon laid the animal down on the metal table, as soon as he did Dany was there, stroking the white fur ever so gently and whispering encouraging and soothing words. Bless her sweet heart, he thought as he watched her.

She noticed a collar around the dog’s neck with a nametag, “Ghost”, it read. “What a perfect name for such a beautiful puppers. You’re a good boy, Ghost. Yes, you are,” Dany told him.

The vet walked in then, a family friend named Davos. The Starks had a lot of animals, including horses and dogs of their own, so they were very familiar with him and trusted him implicitly. He greeted them kindly and examined Ghost. 

“We will need to get x-rays. It looks like Ghost has a broken leg, but we need to be sure he doesn’t have any more serious injuries. I will need to ask you to wait outside, but we will come and get you when we know more,” Davos told them, the assistant walking them back to the waiting room as they readied a syringe to give to Ghost so he wouldn't move and cause further injury and ease his suffering.

As they waited, Robb grabbed the groceries, and an officer showed up to take their statement. Dany was able to remember a couple letters and numbers from the license plate and Jon knew the make and model. The officer, Edd Tollett, gave them his card and promised to contact them if he found anything.

An hour later the assistant was calling them and they followed her into the room. Ghost was laying on the table with a cone around his head and a cast around his front leg. They had cleaned him up and he required a few stitches, but overall Davos said he was lucky. There didn’t seem to be any internal bleeding and he was expected to make a full recovery. 

They asked Davos to check for a microchip, but he was unable to locate one. The dog tag only had his name and the vet had no records of Ghost visiting before. They were given the option of taking him home, while they tried to find Ghost’s owners, or calling the local animal shelter or rescue. 

Davos left them alone a moment to discuss it. When the door clicked closed he turned around to find Dany looking up at him, her wide violet eyes pleading as her lower lip jutted out in a pout.

“Dany…”

“Please, Jon. We can’t let Ghost go to the shelter. He is injured and they may put him down. His injuries are expensive and they are more likely to euthanize him than pay for his recovery," she begged.

He ran his hands through his dark curls. They hadn’t discussed getting a pet before and he wasn’t sure they could handle the extra burden with their busy work schedules. But when Dany looked at him like that it was impossible to refuse her. He stepped up to Ghost and felt a wet scratchy tongue lick his hand. 

Jon sighed. “You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes.” He wasn’t sure if he spoke to Dany or the damn dog, as it’s red eyes found his. 

She squealed and lept into his arms. “Thank you! Thank you,” she screamed in his ear. 

Jon flinched at her happy squeal, then wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, chuckling and smiling at her excited reaction. “You still have to try to find his owner. Some kid may be crying for their lost pet.”

“I know. I promise. And if no one comes to claim him, then we can keep him.” Her smirk was conspiratory as she scratched Ghost behind his ears. 

He rolled his eyes and went to pick up Ghost to carry him to the car. Dany stopped at the lobby to pay the bill and Davos handed them a packet of instructions and some pain medications. They took Ghost with them to the Starks, where they would already have any supplies they would need until they could get to the store and buy some.

After the celebration they took him home and posted on all their social media accounts, the pictures looking pitiful with the poor dog miserable in the annoying cone around his neck. Weeks went by without finding the owner, only tons of responses of how adorable and offering to adopt. The longer time went by, the more Jon fell in love with the mutt, though he would never admit it to Dany, her smug satisfy smile grating his nerves every time she caught the two together.

He grumbled as the dog curled up with him on the couch, Dany smirking knowingly at him. He pretended to be annoyed, but she knew he loved Ghost as much as Dany did despite his mummer's farce. He had to hand it to his beautiful wife, she did put all her efforts into finding Ghost's owners, even posting flyers in local shops and restaurants.

The police called a few weeks later, letting them know the suspect had been caught. Joffrey Baratheon was charged, but his parents hired some expensive lawyer and he got off with a slap on the wrist. Dany was livid ranting about the corrupt system. Jon couldn't say he didn't agree with her, but it was sadly a part of life.

After six months, and no owner stepping forward, they went down to the city building and registered Ghost, getting him a dog license and making him officially a part of their family. They took him to Davos to be microchipped and they bought him a new red collar to and added his dog license to his name tag. As they sat down, Dany handed him a small box with a ribbon on top.

"What's this for? It's not my birthday or Christmas?" He panicked for a moment thinking he may have forgotten an anniversary but that wasn't possible since their anniversary was still a few months away.

"Just open it," she insisted, bouncing with excitement.

When he opened it, a picture of them and Ghost lay in it. He picked it up about to thank her when he noticed a strange picture beneath it. It was a thin piece of paper, smooth and black and white. It seemed a jumble at first glance but then the picture became clearer.

"Dany... does this mean?" His eyes became glassy though a hopeful smile graced his lips.

"Yes, our family of three is about to grow by one more again."

He pounced on her, kissing her face and her lips, overjoyed at the news.

"Looks like you are going to have another set of puppy dog eyes you can't resist to look forward to soon enough," she joked, her hands going to her stomach instinctively.

He placed his own on top of hers where their child now grew. Ghost trotted over to join them, nudging his wet nose against their hands as if he knew his little brother or sister was there.

"I can't wait," he whispered, knowing their child would likely have him wrapped around their little finger from the moment they were born.

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[libradoodle1]

Libra! Happy belated birthday I’m sorry my present is so late, I think @youwerenevermine teased it to you, a drabble to go with her gorgeous moodboard. 🥰 Since it’s taking forever, here is a belated gift— a teaser!

Sweet, lovely, beautiful Dany though was trying. it had been her idea. She wanted to get him back to nature, since he had moved south from Winterfell to King's Landing for her, for her job and sh eknew he missed the cold North. They couldn't get all the way up to Winterfell so the Vale was the closest thing.

He had other plans for his birthday, but kept his mouth shut, as she did the best she could. Each time he tried to change the subject, to get to a point where, maybe he could do what the'd been planning to do for the last six months, and Dany did something to upend the situation.

In her quest to give him the perfect birthday, Dany was somehow messing it up.

Bless her, he thought, as she had zero idea.

He thought of the ring buried deep in his inner coat pocket; ecah time she'd gone to shake out the coat, he'd pounced on it. After three days, he suspected she just thought him oddly attached to the garment. It had been in his head for months he would propose on his birthday. Knowing Dany, she would do somethin gspecial as she had the entire five years they were together, and he would turn the tables on her and ask her to marry him, as the best birthday gift he could ever have.

"Dany," he began. He was going to do it. Right here, right now. With dried blood on his face and a filthy smelly dog and mountain goat shit scattered through the camp. He stood up and went over to stop her from trying to make the terrible camp coffee she'd gotten at the sporting goods store. It tasted like oil. "Dany, you're freezing, here." He had a great idea; he took off his coat and went to drape it over her shoulders, but she stood so fast, she knocked him backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

He wheezed, having hit a log on the ground hard. "No problem!" Bloody seven hells.

Dany looked upa t the sky, a fresh rumble of thunder. "Seven hells!" she screamed, stomping her foot in a most un-Dany-like fashion. Her silver braids were a knotted, dirty mess on her shoulders and she was almost in tears. "I looked at the weather, I swear I did!"

"We weren't planning on coming this high up," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"This has been a diaster, I'm sick of it!" She kicked over the coffee can, sending it into the flames, which spout up and caught. They both stared at it. Maybe it was oil. She sniffed, her nose red and slightly swollen from the cold. She was getting sick too, but he wouldn't tell her that. She refused to believe it.

He stood up and reached for her, drawing her close. "Dany, shhh, it's alright. It's been fun!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not, you know I can't lie!" And indeed, he couldn't, because his ears were turning pink and he was trying to avoid her piercing violet eyes, accusing him. He heaved a deep sigh. "I think maybe camping just isn't our thing."

"But it's supposed to be fun!"

"Hmm." Yes, but this definitely wasn't. He scratched his beard. "Maybe it's the Vale." It was cursed or something. It was just rocky and cold and rainy. Definitely not the mountains in winterfell.

Dany snuggled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I wanted you to have a good birthday."

"It is a good birthday!"

"Jon, the mountain goats ran off with your cake!"

Aye, they did. They'd discovered it this morning when she wanted to present it to him, but found it missing. Or else Ghost ate it. He was betting Ghost ate it.

Omg, Mags!!! 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️

First off, thank you so much! I had no idea the camp story you were going to write was for me! 🥹. Erika told me and I just chalked it up to Mag’s and her million one ideas! So thank you making me one of the million and ones 😍🤭

I’m a sucker for camp fics. And humor! Cracky humor, specifically, and this made me giggle. The oil coffee that he’s forcing himself to drink, the bloody face, awful weather, being knocked on his ass…😂 Poor Jon! But ofc he loves his Dany so much so he goes along for the proposal 😍

However, I wasn’t prepared for the goat running away with his cake!!! Wth???!!! 🤣🤣🤣 The image of that is too much.

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to write a story for me. This teaser was so funny I can’t wait to read the entire thing.

#😂😂😂 #🐐🎂 #Dany tried #this was so funny #i can’t wait for the rest #thank you 😘 #jonerys #jonerys drabble

[amidstsaltandsmoke]

In that case Jonerys 16!

Hi anon, thank you for the prompt :) Hope you enjoy; this is canon divergent and takes place post S7E6, some time shortly after Jon is healed from falling into the lake at Eastwatch. 💙 prompt 16: things you said with no space between us ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄

The harrowing scream had woken her with a chilling start, and it was only when her eyes flung open and her throat seared that the mortifying sound had been from her. She sat bolt upright in her bed, her lungs pulling for air, skin damp and cold all in equal measure. Her wide, glassy eyes searched her environment for a long beat, until her consciousness caught up with her to remind her that she was in her chambers.

She was still gasping for air and attempting to get a control over her quivering body when her door was all but kicked in, making her already frayed nerves jump further, the heavy wood smacking against the stone walls of her chambers.

There, in the dim illumination from the dying hearth, stood Jon - alive, in her chambers, all accounted for - his eyes wide and gleaming in the flicker of fire, Longclaw drawn at his side. He was all deadly warrior in naught but his braies, the rigid muscle of his torso and arms on full display as he prepared to thwart off whatever threat he’d assumed he’d come by. The angry, still barely-healed lashes marring his perfect pale skin - gods, how many times had he escaped death’s grip?

“I heard you scream,” he rasped breathlessly - it was only a short walk between their chambers, but she must have been loud enough to wake the dead and send him in a panic for him to reach her so quickly, easing his tension when he did a quick yet thorough sweep of her room and realized she was unharmed.

All she could do was shake her head, barely-discernible motions, the sheer relief of it all overwhelming her to the point that her eyes betrayed her despite her poor efforts to bite the tears back. She hid her face behind her hands, a small commotion just outside her door with Jon reassuring someone that all was well, before the chamber door clicked shut. The soft padding of Jon’s feet over the stone floor told her that she hadn’t been left alone to the repetitive nightmares that plagued her each night, the thought of his care only spurring her emotions on further.

The edge of the bed sunk at her side, and she was immediately encapsulated by his strong and able arms, bringing her in with an intimate ease. The press of his warm, bare chest against her cheek grounded her more than it should have; she felt so small, so vulnerable, so unlike the steely demeanor she wore so often that she sometimes forgot what it was like to truly crumble.

Less than that was the sensation of being held. Drogo was too brutish, and Daario, while he satisfied her needs, did not care to make too much of a fuss once their activities concluded, other than idle guidance. She did not allow for her heart to be so easily examined, that much was true, but she reasoned that was because she was not familiar with true, blood-warming affection.

Here, with Jon, who gently rocked her until her sobs ebbed, and her body was no longer wracked with distress, allowing her the space to do so; she had never known this. Tenderness…

Love.

One of Jon’s arms loosened a fraction, and she feared she had assumed all too quickly, but it was only to place a hesitant hand on her back, his touch light, as if afraid he might break her. He sat back a little, angling his head to assess her, those dark, haunting eyes boring into her burning swollen ones. “What’s on your mind, Your Grace?” He asked gruffly, voice still thick with sleep from his abrupt awakening. A little bit of guilt gnawed at her, but for the better part of it, she was selfishly grateful for his reassuring presence.

Pulling in a deep breath, she tried to piece together the words, but his close proximity was making her head swim dangerously. To admit that his near-death was the fruit of her nightmares was to bear her soul entirely - why else would it afflict her so?

Gods, she felt so stripped away when he regarded her as he was. 

There was an urge to clear her throat, square her shoulders, and send him off, lying through her teeth that it was simply a bad dream and nothing more. But those words never came. Rather, she prepared herself for a different sort of courage.

“You, my lord,” she answered softly, his eyes blinking in confusion before ultimately, that wrinkle at his brow that she had so come to adore over the months had formed.

“I don’t understand,” he said, tentatively, his arms shifting to rest on his legs, and she knew he must have misunderstood her, preparing for dismissal.

She met his gaze, held it. Wouldn’t have been able to tear away even if she desired to. “Ever since returning from Eastwatch, I’ve been haunted each night by the images of you falling into that lake. Except, in them, you don’t return to me.”

There was a brief interlude, only the crackling of the hearth filling the space between them. Then the smallest of exhales passed between his lips, one corner ticking upward. Her stomach performed a queer flip at so simple a sight. “Interesting choice of words, Your Grace.”

She frowned. Had she misspoke, or made herself unclear? “In what way?”

Those mildly conflicted eyes dropped to the miniscule sliver of bed between them. “In that you said I don’t return to you, in particular,” he answered, resuming the crippling heat of his ogle. 

Rolling her shoulders back, she pressed her lips together. “Is there any room for misinterpretation?”

There was a surprising flash of teeth as his grin widened by her tone of challenge. “None at all, Your Grace. I was only savoring the fact that you beat me to the confession, is all.”

Jarred by his unruffled boldness, she blinked, lips parting open as she digested his words. Still, she clung to the last thread of stubbornness, however feebly. “And, what confession may that be, pray?”

His warm, stoic eyes were suddenly flooded black pools, an undercurrent dragging her under. They briefly fell to her lips, and from there back to her eyes; somewhere along the way, they’d leaned into one another, so close now that she could feel his shallow puffs of sweet breath fanning over her skin. She fought against closing her eyes; her pulse, in violent tandem with her heart, thunderous in her ears. “That there is nothing on this godsforsaken continent that could keep me from finding my way back to you; from wanting you,” he all but breathed now, their foreheads brushing together gingerly. His roughened hand curled around hers and lifted it, flattening it over the center left of his chest where his heart jolted against her palm; resolute and alive. “I’ve never fought any greater a war than the one in here,” he whispered, pressing her hand closer, by way of explaining. "I love you."

It was a confession on a breath, barely a whisper with a grain of trepidation, but it may as well have been exclaimed for as well as it exquisitely jarred her.

She hoped that the glassiness of her eyes quelled whichever fears remained, and if not that, then perhaps her reflecting words just might. The first thing she did was tilt her chin upward, brushing their lips together, for fear her voice would not carry just yet. She moved her hands from where they'd been idle in her lap to frame his face. He chased her as she pulled away. "And I you, Jon Snow. Thus, I must order you to stop throwing yourself in front of danger. I don't believe I could bear any more worry over your safety."

His full lips formed a grin, his thumb tracing the soft indenture of her temple and brushing away a few hairs along with it. "It is danger that finds me, for the most part, Your Grace. Perhaps you might find better luck holding me in safe captivity in your chambers."

Now it was her turn to beam. "Do not tempt me. It sounds all too enticing, and I don't expect the Northern alliances would take too kindly to it."

He seemed to weigh that for a moment. "I don't believe they would fault you if I went willingly."

Dany cocked her head, sweeping her right hand to the back of his head, toying with the band that secured his hair. “And are you? Willing, that is,” she murmured.

Eyes black as coal fell to her lips, his tantalizing fingers gliding down the back of her neck before halting at the ties of her shift at her shoulder. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh, stomach twisting with anticipation. “How shall I demonstrate myself, my queen?”

“However you wish, so long as you do not make me wait one second more,” she breathed, sighing against his mouth with a girlish giggle when he took her for her word,

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[arielchelby]

It's Daenerys... and it's Jon!

And it’s almost fall! Do you know what you’ll be writing/creating for the Jonerys October Falling for You event? Also, if you haven’t joined already, we’d love to see you at the Female Run Jonerys Discord (Barbie Land approved 😘)

This beautiful MB and awesome edit were made by @moondancer71 !

Crossing the veil into the Real World was rougher than expected and Dany’s knees hit the pavement hard. Jon was quick to bring her to her feet. The surroundings were darker and dirtier than she was used to and she suddenly became aware of the groups of men staring at her as they passed by.  Dany was used to people looking at her with respect and admiration - but this was something else. These men were looking at her in a way that made her icy with panic.  “Jon,” she whispered, but he was already drawing his sword.  “Kneel before your queen!”  His show of force was answered with quizzical expressions.  “Stop, Jon!” she said, grabbing his arm. “You can’t Wall here!” 

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[jupiterix]

Take A Hint | a jonerys drabble 

Summary: Dany’s days at the airport are monotonous and routine. However, all that changes when she comes across a handsome Northern pilot, Jon. But both need a bit of a hint to have their attraction take off.

She looks at the man before her, he is white and has very dark hair, and gray eyes. He has pouty lips and looks at her expectantly as he hands her his passport.

Surname: Snow First Name: Jon

Although his birth place isn’t in the North, because of his name (and accent) she knows he is from there.

After she scans his passport, Dany asks, “boarding ticket, please?”

The man smiles brightly and says, “I’m the Pilot.” Pointing to his name tag pinned to his well tailored blue suit.

Dany fights the smile pulling at her lips, because damn he is handsome and hot and has a beautiful smile. 

She gives him a half smile and says, “I still need the boarding pass to know where you’re going.” 

A/N: I wrote this drabble to sweet @evax3 💖 Thank you for writing so many amazing stories, and arts, and moodboards for us and for being so positive and supportive in our fandom 💖 hope you enjoy! And happy belated birthday! Thank you @moondancer71​ for the beta read, and for making this drabble infinitely better than it was in the first draft 💖 and also for putting up with my forgetful ass 😅 love you ❤

#jonerys #jonerys moodboard #jonerys fanfic

[girlwithakiwi]

Am I writing snowstorm!Jonerys next? A Vampire Diaries fusion AU? A S7 rewrite? That road trip fic? Drabbles from the silhouette AU? Who knows!

#chase writes things #and cries about it tbh

[adecila]

Of course I am listening to august by Taylor in august but I was jamming the bridge and remembered your wonderful august inspired jonerys drabble and I want you to know I think about it often <3

Anon I love you so much

I think about it a lot too. I don't know what it is about that fic but it just always comes back to haunt me. Maybe because I never got to doing what I wanted to do with it.

Speaking of, I went digging for it (ugh I should have posted it on ao3 because I can never find it on this hellsite) and I didnt remember it being this painful like fucking hell what I was on when I wrote it...

It doesn't sit right with me how I've left it off. August!Dany deserves better. She deserves a happy ending.

I dont think I ever said anything, but last year I really wanted to turn it into a longer fic but unfortunately my life got derailed at about the same time and then it just never felt right.

That last paragraph just...

#alice has mail #the august™️ fic #'cause it was never mine #someone bring me wine 🍷 😩 #jonerys

[magalidragon]

summer joys | a Jonerys drabble

Hey look another drabble, lol. I promise I am working on WW, I can’t write the smut when parents are visiting that’s all, so it’s a little slow. Enjoy this drabble! Also I’m using the beautiful sunshine moodboard from @youwerenevermine 🥰😘

Jon Snow hated his fucking life.

He was currently in the tiny, leaking, overly humid bathroom in the back of the surf shop, scrubbing his skin raw after an absolute shithead of a teenager named Joffrey had thrown up on him post-riptide rescue.

And the fucker’s mother had the gall to say she might sue him because her precious baby was coughing up seawater after almost drowning in the Summer Sea. And he’d saved the little shit.

He needed a new job.

This whole part-time beach lifeguard, part-time surf shop, part-time waiter, part-time valet was a full-time shitshow.

Unfortunately his evil aunt decided he didn’t get any of his uncle’s and adoptive father’s estate for college money so here he was saving every penny in the summer instead of actually enjoying it like everyone around him.

He finished removing the last layer of his skin and stepped out, right into his cousin. “You look like death,” she announced. “Take off the rest of shift.”

“I can’t I told your boyfriend I’d cover for him.” He made a face. “Maybe so you two can go fuck off.”

Arya stuck out her tongue. “Fuck you, by the way noise canceling headphones tonight.”

He gagged, pushing by her and up to the counter, the shop blessedly empty. He took a swig of water from

his bottle, leaning down to tuck it under the counter when he heard a soft, accented voice call out.

“Excuse me?”

Jerking up, he didn’t realize how low he actually had been or how deep he was under the counter, because when he stood so fast, the back of his head cracked loudly under the countertop, sending a shot of pain right down his neck.

“Fuck!” he cursed, rubbing the offended spot, blinking away stars.

The woman who had startled him gasped, hands to her mouth. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!”

He smiled weakly. “No problem.” And he got a good look at why his brain and decided to play off a concussion instead of get pissed. It was because the woman in front of him was a legitimate mermaid.

Her silver hair was bound in a messy series of braids, in a coil tossed over her shoulder, a pair of sunglasses perched on her head. Lavender eyes peered at him, concerned, her elven features creased in concern. She wore a bikini top that shimmered like it was scales, purple and teal and gold. A pair of cutoff shorts and sandy bare feet completed the picture. She was tiny, but there were decent muscles on her little frame.

He swallowed hard. “Uh…I’m fine, sorry about that…how can I help you?”

She gestured to some of the surfboard wax that was sitting behind him on the back counter. "I was wondering if I could borrow some of that for my board?"

"Oh, sure...um, we can do that free." He didn't think they did, but he also didn't care. At this point if they wanted to fire him, go for it. He walked around the counter, swiping the wax, and gestured towards the sawhorses set up outside. "Just here."

"Thanks, appreciate it." She darted out and around the corner, returning with a board that he envied; it was gorgeous, black and red with dragons painted up it. She easily maneuvered the board onto the sawhorses and stepped backwards. "I can do it if you want."

"No problem."

"You seemed busy, I saw you with that kid."

He smiled sheepishly. "Just doing my job."

The woman grinned, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Saving someone's life in the sea and then hvaing his mother scream at you? That's a bit mroe than just doing your job. That's patience."

"I try."

"You know I also saw you at the Salt Shack." She pursed her lips, fighting another smile. She crossed her arms over her chest; he tried to avoid looking, but it was very quick, he would swear on it, before forcing himself to focus on the board. "You were bartending."

"Um, aye, I bartend too."

"So you're a lifeguard..." She began to tick off her fingers. "A bartender, work the surf shop...anything else?"

Jon glanced up, moving from one end of the board towards the other as he rubbed the wax on it. "Uh...I park cars too at the resort. Tuesday and Thursday mornings." He wasn't sure why she was sticking around; he could wax the board and get it back to her faster, but she was standing pretty close now and wasn't really moving, so he had to edge around her to keep waxing the baord.

"Quite busy. Do you have any time for yourself?"

"Some mornings I get out to surf."

Her eyes lit up. "You do? Where?"

"Um..." He bit hs lower lip, narrowing his gaze on her. He pointed the wax cloth towards her. "Yo uknow a surfer doesn't give up the best spots."

The woman laughed; yes, she was definitely a mermaid. It was bubbly, genuine. Definitely not flirting with him. If she were flirting, it would be fake. That's what he'd experienced. "I've been coming to Sunspear my entire life, try me."

He tossed some hair out of his eyes, which had come undone from the messy knot. "Serpent's Cove."

Her lips twitched. "You're the one," she said softly.

He cocked his head. "HUh?" Now he was really confused.

She moved her arms, sticking her thumbs in her back short pockets. Her muscles flexed, abs tight. "You're the one," she repeated. "The one on the white board, with the red eyes. You're always leaving when I'm coming." She arched her brows, leaning towards him, voice soft. "Maybe you should stick around while I'm coming next time."

His face flushed red at the double entendre. Maybe he was reading too much into this. "Uh...I don't..." he stammered.

"Relax," she chuckled. "I won't steal all the good waves." She nodded towards her board. "You keep working that wood, I'll get us some drinks."

Jon almost fainted. He froze, unsure what was happening, and watched her saunter off. He swallowed the dry patch in his throat and turned around, seeing Arya staring at him, her mouth on the ground. "What?” he croaked.

Arya grabbed the nearest item-- a sunscreen bottle-- tossing it at him. "You idiot! She was flirting it up good with you and you didn't even notice! What is wrong with you!? Has all that sun burned up your brain?"

Quite possibly, yes. "I noticed," he mumbled, although to be fair he really wasn't sure. His back stiffened and he bit out, "She was just being nice, so I could wax her board free."

"Whatever Jon. Too much work, not enough play, makes you boring, boring, boring."

But he liked being boring. Boring meant he could work, work, work and shove all that money away so he could pay for school. Living on the beach all summer wasn't his vacation time. He made a face at Arya, who sauntered away, and he returned to waxing the board. He finished before she got back and so he also inspected it for any cracks, spotting one on the end that he decided he'd seal for free too.

He was in the process of doing so when the woman returned, holding two fruity drinks and plastic shopping bag over her wrist, the smell of the beach fries from Davos's filling his nostrils. "I got some snacks," she announced and handed him the drink, her fingers brushing against his. Another smile came his way. "I see you're fixing the baord too. Thank you."

"You won't be able to use it for a few hours while it dries."

"No problem," she chirped, hopping easily onto the counter and opening up the fries. She chomped on a few and smiled around them. "My name is Dany, by the way."

"Uh...Jon. I'm Jon."

"I know, I heard your sister say so."

"Cousin," he mumbled, not that it mattered. He reached under the counter for his wallet, hidden in the back. "What do I owe you..."

"No charge, consider it payment for waxing and resealing the board." She tossed her braid over her shoulder and cocked her head. "So are you sure you don't get time off during summer? If you're at Serpent's Cove in the morning, we can meet there. You can show me your moves." She popped another fry into her mouth and wiggled her brows. "Or maybe we can go together."

Flirting, he thought. That's what this was. He really, truly fucking sucked. And gods did he hate his life if he still hadn't figured this out and he was already twenty-three. He bit his bottom lip hard, drawing blood and nodded. Just do it. “We can go together."

"After dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Sure, we'll get dinner and then tomorrow morning we'll go together to surf." Dany jumped down from the counter and took his hand, reaching for a pen on the counter and scribbled her number on his inner arm. She patted it and smiled up. "My number. If you're working tonight, I'll see you there. You can get me a drink."

The boss moves on this girl, he thought, staring dumbly. He swallowed hard again, drawing up on all his confidence-- sometimes he really didn't have much and definitely getting barfed on today drained that well already-- to put his hands on his hips and say: "I'm not working tonight, so I'll take you to dinner."

A smile flirted on her lips. "How about you come to my place? I'll make dinner."

He smiled; she was actually making this seem easier. "Oh?"

"Oh. It will be quite easy, you see, because well..." She took his arm again and wrote out her address. She picked up her board and winked at him. "See you there."

Jon gaped at the address-- it was right on Serpent's Cove. He'd been surfing in her backyard and didn't even know it, this entire time. He gazed over his shoulder at her back, just in time to see her throw a wide grin over her shoulder and wave, before running towards the ocean, kicking up sand and shining like a silver light, the sunshine bouncing off her at every angle.

That evening, with dinner abandoned in the bungalow behind them, and Dany humming contentedly in his arms as he kissed down her neck, the two of them twisted around each other on a sandy blanket near the shore, a glorious sunset somewhere in the distance, Jon decided he actually didn’t hate his life at all.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #erika’s gorgeous moodboards! #jonerys drabble

[moondancer71]

Bound to You

JonerysSummerLovin2k22 | Day 2: Enemies to Lovers // Vampire Jonerys AU | @snowxstormworld​

“Jon,” he hears in a soft, melodic tone. When he opens his eyes his vision is blurry, but it quickly attunes itself to the image before him. Daenerys’s beauty has always been ethereal and otherworldly but in his eyes she seems more. Somehow he can see the way the silver strands of her hair glow in the light of the hearth and the gold flecks in her amethyst eyes. 

“You’re awake,” she says, reaching her hand out to hold his. But he pulls away, not desiring her touch. It's brief but he sees a flash of hurt cross her eyes. 

“What happened to me?” He asks. His throat feels dry and hot as if covered in flames. His head is pounding and his senses are overwhelmed; even though the room is dark, the lit candles beside his bed seem too bright for his eyes. 

“I’ve turned you.” 

“How could you do this?”  

“I saved you. You were going to die!” 

“You should have let me!” Jon has never feared death, yet now he faces an eternity of blood lust. Death would have been kinder. 

“I did this for you. For us. Because I love you,” she says, her voice trembling and eyes filling with tears.

“I loved you in this lifetime,” he says. He did, truly. Being with her made him think of everything he had ever wanted, but never hoped to dream of: family, home. Now, he only feels anger and rage. “I won’t make that mistake in the next.”   

“Fine,” she mutters through gritted teeth as she stands to leave. “There is only you and me, Jon. We have all of eternity before us and I can be patient until you can love me again.”

#jonerys #jonerys ficlet #jonerys moodboard #joneryssummerlovin2k22 #SnowxStormWorld #vampire!jonerys #my moodboard #moon writes #tw:blood #found this drabble in my drafts #so i made a moodboard and here we are 🤪 #not beta read #enemies to lovers

[ashleyfanfic]

Jonerys dialogue prompt requested here and I just wanted to say a very heartfelt thank you for that fluffy Drabble you wrote with Dany caring for a sick Jon it legit made me smile all day and was so lovely and sweet!!! Thank you so much for your talents! The Jonerys fandom is truly so lucky to have you!! Thank you again it was so perfect I loved it so much!!

You’re so welcome! I’m glad it put a smile on your face. It also helped remind me how much I love writing them.

#jonerys #jon x dany #jon x daenerys

[mariyanas]

jonerys summer lovin’ 2k22 - time travel ↘ the time traveler's wife au

“now tell me, dany: why on earth would a lovely girl like you want to marry jon snow?”

everyone in the room held a bated breath. jon stiffened beside her but didn’t say anything. daenerys only smiled at ned stark, leaning forward  to say, with enthusiasm, as though he just asked her what flavour of ice cream she liked the best: “because he’s really, really good in bed.”

she watched ned from across the kitchen as he stole a glimpse at jon, who had raised his eyebrow with a grin. ned roared in laughter, pointing a finger at her to say, “i like this girl, son. what took you so long to bring her to me?”

a sigh of relief bloomed from daenerys’s lips, eyes going back and forth between father and son. she continued. “long ago, men went to sea and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for a glimpse of their tiny ship.” reaching out for jon’s hand, she interlaces their fingers together, giving them a tight squeeze. “now i wait for jon. he vanishes unwillingly, without warning. sometimes i feel like it’s been years, an eternity. each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. through each moment i can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. sometimes i ask, ‘why has he gone where i cannot follow?’”

#JonerysSummerLovin2k22 #snowxstormworld #jonerys au #jonerys #jon x daenerys #this is still a wip #i was hoping to have it done for the event but alas #*baymax vc* i am not fast #so for now were tagging it as #jonerys drabble #mine

[leesielex]

If you're still taking prompts for the jonerys drabble challenge... ❤️

"You have no clue where we are, do you?"

I did it! An actual drabble that didn't turn into something much longer than that! Thank you so much for responding to the call I put out. I just love this fandom and all the friends I have made because of it.

Prompt: “You have no clue where you are, do you?”

Jon took another turn deeper into the winding roads within the Woolfswood. Dany knew he was familiar with the area having grown up in Winterfell nearby, but she couldn’t help the anxiety gnawed at her. To her knowledge, there was nothing out this way; even the map she had googled only had the word Wolfswood written across it, the gravel roads that slowly became dirt ones not even shown.

“Where are we going?” she asked before she could stop herself. She trusted Jon, but she had an innate desire to be informed of all things and not-knowing caused her to panic. Her therapist told her it was due to the trauma of her childhood that she always sought control, and knowledge was the best way to do that.

“Relax, sweetling. We will get there soon,” Jon reached over and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it. 

His off-road jeep hit a bump that had Dany bouncing in her seat and Jon laughing as she flailed around and screamed. “I’m glad you find this so amusing,” she bit at him, though his smile was infectious and she did her best to look as annoyed as her words sounded.

“You’re just so cute when your mad. Like an angry kitten,” Jon joked.

Dany snatched her hand away. “You really want to sleep alone on the couch tonight, don’t you?”

“Never, my love. I always want to be with you.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the flutter within her heart. Jon and Dany had met in college their sophomore year, both already dating someone else. It wasn’t until their junior year they both found themselves single and he asked her to dinner at one of the uptown restaurants. 

When Christmas break rolled around, Jon knew she had no family to go home to and would spend it still in her dorm with Missandei and her boyfriend, Torgo, both students whose families lived in another country and it was too expensive for them to fly home at every break. He invited that Dany come home with him to meet his family, that they always insisted the more the merrier. They also asked Torgo and Missy, who gladly accepted. 

Dany was a bit stunned by the size of Jon’s house and family. His Uncle and Aunt lived in the main estate on the property, with all of Jon’s cousins, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. His mother lived in a smaller but still impressive house next door, on Stark property, overlooking the godswood. She felt instantly welcomed into his family and it was bittersweet as it had been only her Uncle Aemon who raised her brother and her.

Her mother died in childbirth. Sadly, even with modern medicine, the broken healthcare system of Westeros had an obscenely high mortality rate for expectant mothers in a First world country. Her father went mad with grief and was abusive until his own death a few years later. That was when they went to live with her Great Uncle Aemon. 

Aemon was old and passed away when Dany was in High School, Viserys joined him during her freshmen year of college after he had pissed away his part of their inheritance and died of an overdose not long after. She was lucky her parents had been well off, and Aemon didn’t touch the money left to them, not that he would have. He was the best man she ever knew. But as an orphan now, with no family left, the money to survive had been a small comfort under the weight of it all.

After college, Dany and Jon had found jobs in King’s Landing, moving into a small one-bedroom apartment together. That was two years ago, and they still drove north every chance they got to spend time with the Starks. This trip wasn’t for any designated holiday though. 

Jon had insisted they take a week off from work to visit Winterfell. They had both been swamped at work, eager to prove themselves in their respective fields and climb the ladder to better positions within the companies they worked for. It was a welcome break to be able to just be together, no stresses of life to preoccupy them.

Tonight Jon had insisted they go for a drive, telling her little to no details of their destination. As the dirt road came to an end, Jon threw the jeep in park and looked over to Dany expectantly. Dany looked around in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

Jon chuckled beside her. “You have no clue where we are, do you?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. “Should I?”

“Come on, love,” he huffed, opening the door and signaling for her to do the same and get out of the car.

She followed, albeit a little reluctantly. They were in the middle of nowhere, even her cell phone had no service all the way out here. Jon waited for her in front of the vehicle, holding his hand out for her to take.

Dany grabbed his hand and they began to walk through the dark forest, with only a small trail to guide their way. As she took in her surroundings, the tense grip of anxiety began to ease and melt away. It was truly a breathtaking sight, the lush and green forest, sentinels lining each side of her for as far as the eye could see. 

Most forests still had inklings of humans etched upon them, a building or inn trying to make money off tourism, in the litter they left while hiking and camping, but this one still looked pristine and untouched. A wolf howled in the distance, Dany shook, as she gripped Jon tighter. She could see a clearing ahead and hoped this was their destination. 

She had heard stories of travelers getting lost in these woods or being mauled by a wild animal. When they crossed into the clearing her mouth gaped at the sight before her. 

“Do you know where we are now?”

Dany stood there mute for a moment, staring at the waterfall that fell into a flowing creek, the mountain behind them, beautiful and imposing. Recognition hit her then. Jon had spoken of this place to her before, where his Uncle would take them to fish and camp. She nodded her head and jumped into his arms. 

“Thank you for showing me this,” she whispered, before pulling him into a slow but hungry kiss. 

She poured all her love and gratitude into it, sliding her tongue into his mouth and massaging his own with hers, biting his lip lightly and nipping at him playfully. A moan left Jon’s mouth and she swallowed it down as his hands began to explore her body. When they reached her arse he squeezed her tight there, bringing her body as close to his as he could. She whimpered when he bit her lip in retaliation and rubbed his hard erection against her.

Suddenly Jon pulled away. “Others take you, woman, you are such a wonderful distraction. But I have more to show first.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her along, smiling dopily at her smug grin.

As they neared the waterfall, the spray began to hit her face, the coolness feeling good with her skin still burning from her previous exertions. To her surprise, when they walked behind the waterfall, the mouth of a cave greeted them. She followed Jon, still holding her tightly as they walked onto the slippery rocks. 

He begged her to be careful and slipped his free hand onto her lower back as he helped her through the entrance. 

“Jon,” she whispered, her hand covering her mouth at the view. 

A cot had been set up within the cave, a trail of roses leading around and to it. Fairy lights were hung around the walls of the cave to illuminate the place, twinkling against a steaming pool a few feet away. To her surprise, the chill of the outside air didn’t reach them here. A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket of ice next to the bed, a picnic basket next to it. And tucked underneath the bed was one of their duffel bags. 

“How did you do all this?” Dany asked.

“I had some helped,” Jon replied, as she felt him move beside her, pulling on the hand he still held.

When she turned around, she gasped, her heart nearly stopping from the shock. Jon had bent down on one knee and was reaching into his pocket. He flipped open the signature box and a gorgeous diamond ring met her eyes. 

“Dany, from the moment we met I knew there was something special about you. You are the brightest star in the sky, shining the way when I feel lost. You are a cool breeze on a  hot summer day. You are the sun that brightens my day, and the fire that keeps me warm at night. You are already a part of my family, you are my present and my future, will you marry me and make it official?”

Tears sprung from her eyes despite the smile so wide upon her face, her cheeks obscured the violet orbs from view. She couldn’t find the words, so she nodded enthusiastically and lept into his arms, joining him on the floor of the cave. Once her voice finally worked, she whispered “yes” between each kiss. 

She knew from the moment she met Jon, that he was different from any man she had met before. In a crowded room full of other people, they somehow always gravitated toward each other. He was her sun, and she the planet that orbited around him just to feel his warmth. 

Before she met Jon, Dany would have laughed at the idea of soulmates and destiny. But by the Old Gods and the New, the Seven, and R’hllor, Jon and her were always meant to be, were written in the stars. Her heart beat for his, and when they made love they truly became one. 

She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with him, to write their story, the Song of Ice and Fire.

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